This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.

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Monday, May 7, 2007

"Deep Wounds"

Restraint applied to handsDamaged much like my soulSleeveless shirts are not an optionThose deep wounds which are nowScars upon me markMy inner voice and spiritKnow what makes me tickThat unrelenting pressureMust somehow escapeI sit within the rows of cornCrows inhabit the treesDown low I must goTo avoid the putrid breezeUnseen in the stalks that growLife goes on with or without meBruised bodies and mindsCosmetically arrangedCamouflage to stifle the massesWhom their selves are derangedDrawn lines by thoseWho determine where sanity endsI project my actions of the pastUpon the wall for all to seeNone of them can agreeWhich chapters give them erectionsYet their foul mannered mindsConsider in all directionsWhat chink in the armorDisplays my inner weaknessIn darkness I abideKnowing full well about hellHow kindness is mistakenAs that weaknessWhich in their wild imaginationsThey seek to exploitCatch me if you can assholesBut look yourself in the mirrorThat is if you can look directly into your eyesLooking down deep into the abyssIn observance of that which diesThere is nothing here for youLook to yourselves for a quickeningProject your own images upon the wallIt is you then who will fallIn your shameless state of vanityTo keep you in accepted sanityBy others who you call brothersLike Skulls and BonesIn overtonesHiding in the shadowsNot in the clearWhat makes you so differentFrom my own fearYet I sit in these rows of cornWith hands securely boundProtected not from myselfBut from being foundWanton in the way with idle handsWalk on you soldiers of fortuneIn unwelcome landsJudge me and give me a labelIf that makes you feel stableI am laughing insideMy smile is wideThis is why I secretly abideWithin my own selfProtection is needed sorelyUntil you have wandered away